Tag: Sea

Out To Sea

Out To Sea

Breathless, sinking into dampened sand
A collapsing heap of bones and skin
lays immobile, grateful for silence but for
the ebb and flow of waves washing the shore

In silence memories flood into a mind 
trying to close the gates of hell
Tears pour from eyes witness to the unspeakable 
A throat chokes on words refusing to swallow

Between heaving breasts lies a heart
piecing together the puzzle
of broken rocks that weigh it down
A wave washes over a body of disbelief
Wishing to be taken out to sea


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Word Prompts

Between - FOWC
Swallow - RDP
Puzzle - Stream of Consciousness

Mother of Pearl

Mother of Pearl

A mother of pearl sky
Overtones for the day’s finale
Coral colored horizon
burns into the sea
as the elusive green light
flashes farewell
to a surreal sunset  

Fragrance of coconut
Floats on the evening air
Fading footprints
in the exsiccated sand
are taken back
by the gentle flow
of evening tide

Blue and yellow sails
fly on a lone schooner 
still visible in the diminishing light
In the silence
a feeling of peace
descends on a tranquil scene
akin to paradise


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Word Prompts

Akin - Word of the Day
Exsiccate - RDP
Real - FOWC

Image by Arek Socha from Pixabay 

Taken

I am thrilled that MasticadoresUSA has featured my poem Taken. You can read it on their site or here at Poetry For Healing.

Please check out the MasticadoresUSA site and view other poems and prose from our featured fellow writers.

Taken

Standing in silver light
of consumed moon
Staring out to sea
Hair, raven black
Lifted by the wind
 
Palmed rose, thorny
Color of blood
Clutched tightly
to a heaving breast
as tears flowed
 
Skulls of saints
calling to lost souls
in watery graves
Where pearls from tissue
calcify in salty sea
 
Lured by songs
of sailors lost
Blood trickles
from royal flesh
taken by waves

 
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Still Talking

Still Talking

He is still talking ...
 
I listened intently for as long as I could
but felt my mind wandering
to a faraway place where all I could hear
was the gentle lapping of waves
against a sandy shores

A warm breeze rustled the sea grasses
as I studied my toes buried deep
in the cool soft powdered beach
I watched sandpipers toying with the water
Running out and running in, never to get wet

I picked up treasure of bleached-out shells
Waiting in their emptiness to be collected 
and transported elsewhere and stored
in a box with a lid closed tight
Never to see the sun again until needed
for a memory check of what once was

I followed footprints along the beach
Watching the tide reclaim them effortlessly
The colors began to change in the late afternoon
and there is an orange glow the color of marmalade
A seagull shrieks loudly
and I am startled from my peaceful sojourn
It is then I realize ...
 
He is still talking 
 
 
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Peter Frank is hosting D'Verse Poets, Meet at the Bar tonight.
He has prompted us with 'Circular poetry'.  We have the option to
write a Pantoum or Villanelle which are circular poems with
repetition, or to write a poem showing something coming
full circle




Photo by Saksham Gangwar on Unsplash
 
 
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